When Breath Becomes Air, by Paul Kalanithi
This book wasn’t what I was expecting. (I feel like I say that a lot, so maybe I should start reading back covers more carefully.) Part of me really wanted to like it because everyone else liked it so much, and part of me wanted to like it because Dr. Kalanithi is now dead and it seems mean to say I don’t like his book. Honestly though, I have all the respect in the world for Dr. Kalanithi, and I believe that it’s a tragedy that he passed away so early given what (I assume) he could have done in medicine had he lived longer, but ultimately his book didn’t resonate with me. I’ve never been one for the literary classics, or poetry, or academic philosophy, or religious studies, and this book read like a combination of those… And/or a very clinical, cold musing on being a patient when you’re used to being a doctor. Lest you think I’m heartless, his wife’s epilogue did make me cry.

What Alice Forgot, by Liane Moriarty
Once again, I was surprised by a book. I thought this would be fun and easy chick-lit. Instead, it made me question who I am and who I will become. Yikes. (That said, I loved it.)

Crazy Rich Asians, by Kevin Kwan
Despite the fact that I am crazy, not at all rich, and only half Asian, I found this book super relatable and entertaining. Apparently Asian families of all economic statuses are quite similar.

The Boundless, by Kenneth Oppel
So easy, so fun, and so many this wouldn’t actually happen! moments. But it was enjoyable, and if you are in middle school, I highly recommend it.

The Handmaid’s Tale, by Margaret Atwood
I was looking forward to reading this because of all the fanfare over the TV show, but I found the book to be quite disjointed and, to be honest, boring. Now that I’m finished, however, I can watch the show!